Larkin pressed her lids together, silently collecting the strength to address yet another 'personal space' issue. Her patience concerning their current entrapment had long ago run thin, as her legs and mind had become too restless in this confined room. She was not made for situations like this, and it further frustrated her that this had even happened. What kind of right curse-breakers were they? Getting trapped, it was such a dumb mistake.
She pushed her head back onto the stone, shifting to sit in a position that was the tiniest bit more comfortable. In her lap, sleeping with a cloth over his eyes, was her niffler, who had become fully exhausted by this whole ordeal just as the rest as them. That had been a challenge, capturing Lorenzo in his frenzied state with all these shiny objects laying around. It had taken a bit, but now he was calm, and Larkin had taken to methodically petting his back to help the time pass.
"Nico, stop doing whatever you're doing. Ethan, stop complaining," she responded in a positively dull and uninterested manner. Her eyes wandered toward the ceiling as she found acting aloof helped curb her aggravated thoughts.
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